The Going Gets Tough

What a day today. Actually, it’s been a rough week or so. I’m starting to feel the depression now, and I need to find a way to get over this.

I had the last of my tests today – did the heart scan, the bone scan, the inside scans. I’m so sick of being poked and prodded. And the sad thing is that it’s not even close to being over. And I just want it to be.

The concert was totally awesome! That’s probably the best thing that’s happened to me in quite some time. But it also was sad. FM wasn’t able to come to the show, and I haven’t even heard anything from him since. Oh, well. I wish we could try and see if something could happen, but it doesn’t look like it. I know I shouldn’t be sad – it was just one night. Except that he seemed to be a lot of fun, and we seemed to connect in a small way.

But then I have to think about is it fair to even try and start something, knowing that I’ll be going through hell for the next six month? Or is it even fair to put this on someone for the long term?

And work today sucked. One of the partners isn’t quite up to par right now. So that’s an issue. And I had to counsel out one of my seniors – again, not up to par. Horrible, horrible. My boss was also feeling it, especially since he has to deal with the partner.

So tomorrow I head down to Blacksburg, then to Charlotte. It’ll be good to see the H’s and the B’s. I don’t know if the rest of the football crew will be there – and I don’t really care. The other gang will be there, and we’ll have fun. I’m looking forward to football. Atlanta Boy is meeting me there as well, which will be nice.